The vision starts like most of them do. Darkness of the void that only Mikaela can comprehend rushes towards her, and she's falling. Further and further as her mind travels unfathomable distances away from her sleeping body, towards a planet she's never seen, and deep, deep into the earth. Down here, she hears something cry out. A child's voice, deeply frightened, but unhinged in the way that only an unloved creature creature born from pain and violence can sound. The cry is wordless, as the mind that formed it has not yet learned how to weave its thoughts into the world. Reacting and reacting and surviving and fear and terror and pain.
Mikaela can't yet see this pitiable monster, but something about the shape of its soul, the source of its magic, it feels so strongly similar to the terrans that for a moment she imagines these awful sounds coming from one of them. That image splinters back into the void, discarded as an untruth. The Terrans are beings made from necessity and raised with love. The creature before you is born strictly for greed, and the horror it feels towards itself is destroying it, piece by piece.
It's so alien, this soul. So utterly different from anything you're encountered before that you have a hard time comprehending it. You must destroy it. You must save him by destroying him. Mordecai. His name is Mordecai. It's his true name, one given before to him before it was taken away the first and the second time. He never forgot it. Not then, not now. Taken again and again and again! You can't make him forget himself! He will remember!
Wait. There's something there.
Before Mikaela can react, something clamps around her spiritual self with an iron grip with magic that feels so familiar and a mind that's so alien it doesn't fit properly in hers.
Don't go! Don't leave me here!
The force tightens around her like tentacles, squeezing and clawing in the same way a small child will squeeze the life out of an adult in a swimming pool out of fear. Tighter, and Mikaela can feel both her mind and soul cracking under the pressure. She can't stay, the creature will kill her if she does, and yet every time she tries to pull away, it cries out louder and more insistently, pleading with her to not leave him alone.
It's screaming louder now, and distantly, Mikaela hears something, something from far beyond the void, respond.
She's able to navigate until the crying starts. Able to keep herself grounded and aware, able to at least feel like she's psychically bracing herself for what might come. It's when she thinks she hears one of the Terrans wailing and screaming that she's knocked off balance.
Not even just a Terran, a child that's in such misery and pain it almost feels like it's resonating and physically harming her, while she sleeps. Mikaela may not have magical training or additional spells to bolster herself, but she has a very strong will-- one that starts to crumple the closer and tighter Mordecai grips her. She can't grip back, she can't even try to communicate because she can barely understand him other than the raw primal fear and pain. Mikaela wants to leave him because of how much he's hurting her, even if that notion goes against some of her core morals. She has to get away from this pleading being because if she doesn't then--
She can feel the cracking and it's agony, barely able to focus on what's responding or anything going on around her. All she can do is try to kick and claw and escape frantically, feeling that the pressure will get worse and worse until she can't bear it anymore.
Rejection. He's nothing more than a bauble now, to be traded away. A monstrous curiosity. He wasn't good enough.
"What do you think you're doing, darling?" A voice coos through the void, wavering like a weak radio signal. The creature, Mordecai, starts and his grip on Mikaela loosens. "Oh, my sweet baby. You don't need to be afraid anymore. Mommy's here for you now. I'll make you all better, just you watch, my love."
Despite the saccharine tone, the voice of his keeper, his owner, fills him with so much terror that he lets go of Mikaela entirely, before remembering himself and trying to grab her again, but she's gone. He's alone in his cage of bones now. Alone with her.
Please! I'm so scared! Don't leave me!
His voice fades away as Mikaela's mind zips away, before the black void lets her go, and she snaps suddenly awake.
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Mikaela can't yet see this pitiable monster, but something about the shape of its soul, the source of its magic, it feels so strongly similar to the terrans that for a moment she imagines these awful sounds coming from one of them. That image splinters back into the void, discarded as an untruth. The Terrans are beings made from necessity and raised with love. The creature before you is born strictly for greed, and the horror it feels towards itself is destroying it, piece by piece.
It's so alien, this soul. So utterly different from anything you're encountered before that you have a hard time comprehending it. You must destroy it. You must save him by destroying him. Mordecai. His name is Mordecai. It's his true name, one given before to him before it was taken away the first and the second time. He never forgot it. Not then, not now. Taken again and again and again! You can't make him forget himself! He will remember!
Wait. There's something there.
Before Mikaela can react, something clamps around her spiritual self with an iron grip with magic that feels so familiar and a mind that's so alien it doesn't fit properly in hers.
Don't go! Don't leave me here!
The force tightens around her like tentacles, squeezing and clawing in the same way a small child will squeeze the life out of an adult in a swimming pool out of fear. Tighter, and Mikaela can feel both her mind and soul cracking under the pressure. She can't stay, the creature will kill her if she does, and yet every time she tries to pull away, it cries out louder and more insistently, pleading with her to not leave him alone.
It's screaming louder now, and distantly, Mikaela hears something, something from far beyond the void, respond.
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Not even just a Terran, a child that's in such misery and pain it almost feels like it's resonating and physically harming her, while she sleeps. Mikaela may not have magical training or additional spells to bolster herself, but she has a very strong will-- one that starts to crumple the closer and tighter Mordecai grips her. She can't grip back, she can't even try to communicate because she can barely understand him other than the raw primal fear and pain. Mikaela wants to leave him because of how much he's hurting her, even if that notion goes against some of her core morals. She has to get away from this pleading being because if she doesn't then--
She can feel the cracking and it's agony, barely able to focus on what's responding or anything going on around her. All she can do is try to kick and claw and escape frantically, feeling that the pressure will get worse and worse until she can't bear it anymore.
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Rejection. He's nothing more than a bauble now, to be traded away. A monstrous curiosity. He wasn't good enough.
"What do you think you're doing, darling?" A voice coos through the void, wavering like a weak radio signal. The creature, Mordecai, starts and his grip on Mikaela loosens. "Oh, my sweet baby. You don't need to be afraid anymore. Mommy's here for you now. I'll make you all better, just you watch, my love."
Despite the saccharine tone, the voice of his keeper, his owner, fills him with so much terror that he lets go of Mikaela entirely, before remembering himself and trying to grab her again, but she's gone. He's alone in his cage of bones now. Alone with her.
Please! I'm so scared! Don't leave me!
His voice fades away as Mikaela's mind zips away, before the black void lets her go, and she snaps suddenly awake.